Stealing the World

Chapter Nine: Confusion

What the  heck is going on?
That was the first thing Keith thought. They were playing laser tag at the local arcade. Him and Lance were on a team together, Team Purple. They were going against the Holt siblings at the moment, and Lance had saved him. He got a really good shot at one of the others, and Keith had said, "Nice shot,"and that's when it happened.
Lance said, "Thanks. Guess we make a pretty good team, huh?"
Crap.
That's all Keith thought. That's all he could  think.
I'm gay, aren't I?
That too.
All he could do was muster a soft smile.
He didn't know what was going on. It felt like some weird, warm... light or something was exploding from his heart.
It was probably Lance's eyes.
Or his soft, sun-kissed skin...
Oh, shut up!  His mind told him. Right now, it was the only reasonable part of him. All he could do was stare at Lance, who had now turned around to look for Pidge, and smile. It felt like Lance had taken over his mind, and was continuously yelling, Smile, idiot! You'r conscience belongs to me now! 
It was really weird.
Keith thought he was in love. No, no, no! This just happened! There was no way he would let himself be in love!
Then, all of a sudden, Keith noticed, from the bottom of his vision, that his once-purple vest was now gray. Then, he heard Pidge cackling from behind him. He had been so caught up in his own gay thoughts, that Pidge had easily taken him out! That was one point for Purple, and one point for Green.
"Come on, Keith! We gotta go!" Lance had turned back to face Keith, and looked immediately disappointed that Keith had been taken out.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Keith mumbled, shaking his head. One thing he definitely didn't want, was for Lance to be mad at him.
Lance groaned. "It's fine, whatever! Let's just go take out Shiro and Hunk!" Lance grabbed Keith's hand **Yes, now it's halfway gay!!** and pulled him to the Yellow Team base. Holding Lance's hand immediately made Keith nervous. "You know, you don't have to drag me! I know where to go!" Keith snapped, and yanked his hand out of Lance's grasp. Lance whipped around, with an almost hurt expression on his face, but it quickly faltered. "Geez, fine! I was just making sure. I mean, you can't even manage not to be taken out if I'm not watching you!" Keith could see Lance immediately regretted his words. "Sorry!" He blurted out. "It's okay." Keith said, a little too harshly. Lance went to protest, but realized Keith didn't want to have a heart-to-heart at the moment. He turned back around, not before giving Keith a hurt glance. Keith groaned inwardly.
What did I do? Now Lance probably hates me again. Or worse, thinks I hate him!  "So, what's the plan?" Keith muttered. He wanted to attempt at making Lance feel better by hinting that he was more of the leader. "I guess same with the Green Team," Lance muttered back.
So, they weren't exactly on the best speaking terms anymore. Keith would have to try and fix that later.
Yeah so you can get married,  His own mind whispered. So, now his mind wasn't even rational. Great.
"This time, I'll try to do a better job at actually distracting them," Keith tried to joke, but he could see Lance wasn't in the mood.
Well, that's a first,  he thought.
Keith reluctantly trudged out to right in front of the Yellow Team base. Then, he faceplanted the floor. **Don't worry, it was on purpose** Then, he let out a loud groan. It worked. Shiro and Hunk raced over to check on him. Then, Lance leaped out from behind a cardboard figure and let out a rain of shots, taking both Hunk and Shiro out. Keith was almost releived he was still already disabled, so he couldn't be taken out.
Apparently, he spoke too soon. His vest lit back up, and he knew he was in danger again. From the Holts, at least. Wherever they were. "Yes!" Lance exclaimed. "That's three points for us!" Shiro rolled his eyes, while Hunk congratulated Lance.
After the game, they went to get ice cream. Lance and Keith won the Laser Tag game, letting them each pick out something from behind the counter. Lance picked out a small owl plush for his little cousin to give to her for Christmas, but it took Keith a little longer to figure out what he wanted. Then, he finally saw it.
There!  It was a medium-sized hippo plush. It was perfect. "Can I have the hippo?" He asked the person behind the counter. "Aww, you getting something for a little kid, too? That's sweet." Keith suddenly felt embarassed for his juvenile choice. "Yup." He said shortly. As soon as the hippo was handed to him, he fell in love. **Dang, second time this chapter. Someone's a HOOEEE**
After Lance and Keith got their prizes, they got some ice cream. Keith looked down at his new hippo happily as he licked his strawberry ice cream. "What are you gonna name him?" Hunk asked Keith. In unison, Lance, Matt, and Pidge all whispered, "Harambe," **RIP a legend**
"Probably not," Keith told the Meme Dream Team, to their disappointment. "I'll name him Yorak!" Keith announced. Everyone else looked at him blankly. It was a pretty unique name. He remembered from a very young age, his mother giving him the nickname Yorak. He never knew why. The others probably thought it was just gibberish, but it was pretty much the only peice of his parents Keith had left.
" I kinda like it," Lance said. Keith looked at him happily, then remembered what happened in the arena. Lance probably hated him. He had good reason to. But then, he looked at Lance's precious face, and the supportive expression he was giving Keith silenced any doubts he had.
This was okay.

AUTHORS NOTE
Hiii!!! Thank you for making it this far!!! I hope you enjoyed my bad grammar and all my memes. I know I enjoyed writing it.
Anyway, my next chapter will probably be coming soon. Like, either later tonight or tomorrow. I think I'm gonna have about two chapters a day, IDK. I just want to get as much story in as I can before school starts in about two weeks :'(. I hope you're enjoying the story so far!!!  Byee!!!